You'd never imagine us bringing a loaded gun to the ballroom
this party's about to kick off
tonight is the wrong night
the devil's own are only starting up
the first round of the fight
so hang on tight dear mother
the needle is jabbing the womb draw back and release this child of disease
this mob is a riot the outlaw youth are only emptying the first round of the night 'cause everything's not alright
I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs wool over our eyes now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth wearing your disguise it's pretty apparent this boy is a curse the christ of the moment
so blow him away hey come on and take the new number if you're next in line
then kid I got a really big fucking surprise there won't be a next time
1.29.2005
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